Hog Island, Grenada
12.00.050N
61.44.548W

It rained quite a bit during the night, so we prepared to operate on the outboard shortly after listening to the net while it was somewhat dry. We hoisted the engine up to the cradle on the back end. Dale spun the prop by hand; it appeared to be fine. However, when he put it in gear, it would make a clicking sound; he didn’t like that idea. John dropped by to check on the progress; he didn’t like the clicking sound either. However, he suggested that his other buddy, Lenny, take a look since Lenny had rebuilt Mercury outboard engines several times and off he went to go fetch Lenny.

In the meantime, I was running back and forth setting up an O R tray on the back deck. I selected large and small screw drivers, wrenchs, pliers, vice grips, the replacement propeller, the other kind of wrench where there is a circle at the end and a “C” at the other end (Dale says this is an open/box-end wrench). I collected spray cleaner, oil, grease and an empty plastic bottle to dump the oil into. Dale on the other hand found the top to a storage box and some plastic to lay across the transom lockers in hopes of catching anything that fell.

Lenny returned. Dale spun the prop. Lenny listened. “Sounds normal to me” he said. Then he told John to pull up his engine and spin his prop by hand; sure enough, it made the same sound. OK, so that part’s fine. Dale went into the story of what had happened and Lenny agreed that it sounded like we had spun the prop. John & Lenny left and Dale & I began our surgery.

I was sent back one more time to find a piece of wood that would hold the prop from spinning while Dale turned the nut holding it in place and after a bit of coaxing, it finally released. Yep! It was damaged. Just enough to give when there was a good load on it.

Dale cleaned the old grease off, put some new grease on while I tried to smooth some grease into the new prop blade. While we had everything disconnected, we decided to change the oil in the “lower case”. While Dale unscrewed the screws, I held the plastic bottle that I had taped a funnel to and tried to catch the old stuff coming out. I was surprised as to how little actually came out as compared to what we ended up replacing.

Now, who ever determined that you had to fill an outboard from the bottom must have had a sense of humor. In order to let out the oil, you unscrew 2 screws, one at the top and one out of the bottom, then the oil comes out of the bottom. But to refill the oil, you stuff the oil bottle into the bottom hole and squeeze until the oil comes out of the top hole. I gather this is to preclude any air pockets but trying to re-screw the stubby little screw back into the top hole as oil is bubbling up, then trying to re-screw the stubby little screw back into the bottom hole before the oil falls back out, was a task of unlimited possibilities for dropped screws. I preferred to squeeze the oil bottle instead of handling the screws, just in case Murphy’s law decided to descend upon the Palace again.

The rain started again but when we placed the engine back on the dinghy, we had to take our victory lap around the anchorage with smiles for everyone to know that we accomplished our goal without incident and only a fair amount of engine oil on us.

After the rain subsided, we finished our day at the Barbeque on the beach where we joined all of our friends in waiting in line for paper plates. Apparently, the providers remembered, the fish, the chicken and the pork but forgot to buy more plates. Ahh, life in topical paradise. At least they had rum!